"Want me to take you with me?"
A voice sounded behind Logan. He turned and saw Swain hovering in midair with his hands clasped behind his back. His black coat snapped and roared in the raging wind, flapping like a sail—yet somehow, the oddest thing was that Swain's white hair stayed slicked neatly against his cheeks, perfectly combed back and not messed up at all.
Honestly… the look was unfairly cool.
Swain's deep-set eyes locked onto Logan. In those usually calm, unreadable eyes, there was a hint of genuine joy and relief.
"Yeah, I actually do need your help," Logan said with a grin. "Janna locked me outside too. I can't get in right now."
Swain laughed at that. He extended a hand toward Logan, and Logan felt a force wrap around him—tight but controlled. Logan didn't resist.
Swain dropped to the ground and walked over.
He studied Logan, a flicker of surprise passing through his gaze. "You're really not afraid?"
Logan understood what Swain meant.
Right now, he was wrapped in demonic power. From Swain's perspective, if he wanted to, he could kill Logan at any moment. Logan letting Swain bind him like this looked like a prisoner calmly placing his own neck under the blade.
"Swain," Logan replied evenly, "Zaun gives its partners the highest level of trust."
Was he afraid?
Not really.
Sure, Logan couldn't beat Swain head-on, but Swain killing him wouldn't be easy either. After Ahri's affection reached a new stage, Logan's soul strength had improved a lot. His physical and spiritual durability were already far beyond what any normal human should be capable of—frankly, beyond what most mages would expect too.
To put it simply: if Logan had to face Illaoi again, then as long as she didn't call on Nagakabouros's power, Logan could kill her with some effort.
So he didn't believe he was helpless against Swain. Swain wasn't a true demigod.
And even if everything somehow went wrong…
Logan still had an extra life in his pocket.
Yeah, Kindred had said there wouldn't be a next time—but Lamb's Respite was still right there, and Ahri wasn't going to just ignore what happened to his soul. So no—Logan wasn't scared of Swain.
After hearing Logan, Swain fell silent for a moment… then looked up slightly.
"I understand."
He spoke quietly. "Come, Logan. We need to stop LeBlanc. She's not a match for Zaun's god, but her concealment and escape methods are exceptional. Even a god can let her slip away with one moment of carelessness."
As he spoke, Swain extended the arm formed of demonic power. The black-and-crimson hand reached toward the wind wall.
There was a harsh tearing sound—then a huge chunk of Swain's demonic power vanished instantly. The sight was unsettling, like his hand had been cut clean in half.
The wind wall looked calm from the outside, but inside it was a frenzy—countless violent wind currents thrashing like living blades. Janna was the Fury of the Storm. When she got serious, what she created was a disaster for humans.
Swain didn't look surprised. Fresh demonic power immediately replenished the missing portion. His hand reshaped into a curved blade, and he began ripping into a single point, tearing and boring through the wall again and again.
When a crisp pop rang out, a gap finally opened—like a curtain being pulled aside.
"Let's go," Swain said, the corner of his mouth lifting. "I can sense LeBlanc."
It was obvious.
He was genuinely happy right now.
—
"Don't think you can catch me like this!"
LeBlanc dodged Janna's attacks, her voice sharp with spite. "You can't unleash large-scale magic, can you? You're afraid you'll hurt civilians."
Her smile twisted. "That's right—Noxus still has people who once believed in you."
LeBlanc wasn't arrogant enough to believe she could fight a god head-on. But if it was escape?
If LeBlanc called herself second on Runeterra, no one dared claim first.
Countless golden spell circles shimmered inside the wind cage. LeBlanc slipped between them at will, blinking from circle to circle. It let her dodge Janna's spells again and again.
Unless Zaun's wind goddess launched a massive area attack, simple wind chains and wind blades weren't going to catch her.
"Heh."
LeBlanc wore a smile like she was relaxed—but in truth, she was facing a crisis.
Because no matter how well she escaped, she was still reacting. The initiative was entirely Janna's.
And with chaos like this erupting in the city, Swain definitely knew by now. If he arrived as well—Swain plus Zaun's god—then LeBlanc was likely done.
Because Swain understood her.
From his youth, Swain had tangled with the Black Rose. For over twenty years, Swain had caused LeBlanc endless trouble, and LeBlanc had sabotaged Swain more than once. The person who knows you best in this world isn't your family or your friends.
It's your enemy.
And as that thought hit her, LeBlanc found she couldn't even force the smile anymore.
Not even as an act.
Why did I come in person?!
Why did I lose my mind?!
LeBlanc wanted to grab herself by the shoulders and shake an answer out.
"Janna, stop worrying about that!" Jinx shouted from higher up on the inn, seemingly reading Janna's hesitation. "Why do you care if Noxians live or die? Even she doesn't care, so why should you?"
Jinx didn't have any grand evil plan.
She did feel more connected to Zaun now. She wasn't going around throwing massive "celebrations" that just happened to blow half the city up… at least not in Zaun.
But if it was Piltover, she'd still do it.
And this was Noxus.
From start to finish, Jinx was still Jinx. She'd become brighter, sure—Zaun accepted her, Silco and Vander loved her, Vi… was always around in her own way, even if she spent too much time chasing that enforcer. And more than anything, the weight Logan held in Jinx's heart was heavier than anyone else's.
She was sunnier.
Her worldview was still completely warped.
Childhood trauma didn't magically evaporate just because things got better.
Looking at Jinx through "normal person" logic was exhausting. Truly exhausting.
Just like when Logan first met her—he wanted nothing to do with her. But now…
Logan was the key that kept Jinx anchored.
With Logan around, Jinx at least wouldn't spiral into full-blown madness. She wouldn't do something completely out of control.
But destroying Noxus didn't count as "out of control," right?
If Noxians didn't care about their own people, why should Zaun care?
That was what Jinx found confusing.
So she tried giving Janna advice.
Janna glanced back at Jinx and saw her waving wildly, wearing the face of someone who very much wanted the world to burn.
Janna sighed inwardly.
No. She wasn't going to harm ordinary people.
And just as LeBlanc had taunted, Noxus did have Janna's followers as well.
Janna's silence was her refusal of Jinx.
But to LeBlanc, it made her heart drop.
LeBlanc shot Jinx a glare, irritation flashing in her beautiful eyes.
The intelligence reports had said Jinx was a little maniac.
But this insane?
Asking Janna to unleash large-scale magic inside the Immortal Bastion was basically the same as taking a dump on Swain's head.
That wouldn't just create chaos. It would buy Swain's hatred.
It would create a war to the death with Noxus.
As for LeBlanc herself…
She didn't care about civilians either.
Her foot lit another spell circle. She couldn't get close to Jinx—Jinx's area was saturated with violent magic, with Janna constantly shielding her.
So LeBlanc had only one option.
Run.
Run until she found a way out.
But the instant the golden glow formed beneath her, an overwhelming force rolled in from above.
LeBlanc looked up.
And saw Logan in the air—flying alongside Swain.
Before Swain even looked at LeBlanc, he glanced at Jinx first… then looked at Logan.
Logan only smiled.
"She's still a kid."
Swain didn't comment. No expression.
But Logan's single sentence smoothly erased the fact that Jinx had just been screaming for Noxus to get wrecked.
And Swain's silence meant he accepted it.
Because really…
Who argues with a maniac?
"LeBlanc," Swain said, voice cold and certain, "you're not getting away."
He extended his arm. The many-eyed raven on his shoulder swelled larger, then shrieked as it launched itself at LeBlanc.
LeBlanc's face tightened. She snapped her staff up—
At the same time, Logan dropped to the ground and sprinted straight at her.
Logan wasn't a spellcaster. He was a killer.
And ever since gaining elemental mastery, he was practically a mage's worst nightmare.
Elemental magic didn't do much to him, but he could shatter a mage's barrier with ease.
Just like now—
Janna's green wind chains and Swain's black-and-crimson blood chains surged at LeBlanc, and Logan closed the distance in a blink.
The moment they met face-to-face, Logan reached for her shoulder.
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
LeBlanc spat the curse three times in a row.
Then she hurled her staff straight at Logan.
Logan instinctively caught it—then snapped his gaze up.
LeBlanc's beautiful face was storm-dark with fury, teeth clenched hard enough to show white. She looked at Logan… and raised both hands.
Logan tensed instantly, eyes locked on her.
LeBlanc shrieked, loud and furious:
"I surrender!"
"I surrender, alright?!"
"Was this your plan or Swain's plan?!"
"Damn it—damn it!"
Logan: "…"
So she was fully melting down now.
Swain landed beside Logan. Seeing LeBlanc like this, even he looked faintly unsettled.
Swain had investigated LeBlanc for years. His demonic power gave him access to information from every direction. Yet watching this woman scream with her hands up…
He couldn't reconcile her with words like calculating, composed, brilliant, mysterious, ruthless.
After a brief hesitation, Swain spoke. "Logan—have Janna help. Use her power to bind and seal LeBlanc."
Logan nodded.
—
Half an hour later, in Swain's study.
Logan, Jinx, Swain, Janna—and Draven, who kept getting side-eyed by Logan.
All of them stood together, looking at the woman sitting on the floor in front of them.
LeBlanc sat barefoot on the ground. Her hands were pressed together and held neatly in front of her, and her wrists were trapped in a convergence of wind—like cuffs made of air.
She looked up with a sullen, deeply annoyed expression.
Without her shoes, her bare feet were strikingly pale. Her toes were long and rounded, and on the middle toe of each foot sat a small golden ring. Paired with purple-blue stirrup stockings, her exposed feet drew attention whether she liked it or not.
Logan, at least, couldn't help looking more than once.
Which immediately earned him Jinx's displeased stare.
But… he had to admit it.
Little accessories like that did look good.
Like adding a bit of seasoning to a dish.
"Alright," LeBlanc said darkly, eyes shifting between Logan and Swain. "Which one of you planned this?"
Her voice stayed cold, but the bitterness leaked through anyway. "Fine. I got caught. But how did you know I'd go after Jinx?"
"If I hadn't gone after Jinx—if I'd sent people straight to Zaun to grab Silco and the others—wouldn't Zaun be finished?"
"You underestimate Zaun," Logan replied with a smile. "Unless you act in person, even if Elise went to Zaun, she'd come back empty-handed."
Zaun's fighting strength wasn't just Janna.
There was Vander, Akali, and Sett's mom.
Elise's fight with Katarina had been obvious—Elise had held back massively. But Akali, Sett's mom, and Vander together? Logan didn't believe Elise could win.
And that was without even mentioning Ekko, Viktor, Jayce, Singed, Heimerdinger…
Zaun's technology had advanced so fast that even Logan, as a Zaunite, couldn't keep up. All he knew was that it changed daily.
The only accurate summary was:
Strong. That was it.
"This was Logan's plan," Swain said from the side.
He continued, "Logan said the plan wouldn't work on most people… but it would work on you."
LeBlanc narrowed her eyes.
Swain kept going.
"He said you're intelligent and full of schemes… but blind arrogance and excessive confidence are your weaknesses."
Swain's mouth twitched slightly, as if he found this part oddly satisfying.
"And most importantly," he added, "he said you're unlucky."
"?"
"I'm unlucky?"
At first, hearing the beginning, LeBlanc almost thought Logan was praising her. She wasn't happy about being caught—but the people who caught her were Swain, Zaun's ruler, and Zaun's god.
That kind of lineup meant they took her seriously.
And intelligent, full of schemes—listen to that. Such a fitting description.
But then—
What was that last part?
Calling her arrogant was one thing.
But saying she was unlucky?
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
LeBlanc glared at Logan, absolutely furious.
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